Even illusion is an illusion.

Life imitating art

words mock me.
see me as i am.

Mackenzie Thorpe

WHO?

Mystery

The Truth is a mystery.
That's all it can be.

You are the mystery.

If you know not this,
you have not seen through the illusion.

Silence

On this day of low grey clouds, a blanket of fog over the landscape, my thoughts are of you, wondering what was, is and could have been.

I remember the words that were said between us, their efficacy to destroy in that moment, the bond of our past, present and future that was before us when we first met.

On this day of low grey clouds, a blanket of fog over the landscape, my thoughts are of you, wondering what was, is and could have been.

Those words, have transformed themselves into the silence that is now between us.

I will forever curse that day.

Fall's

fragile pale light
will not last,
in deed the days grow shorter.

Winds strip trees naked,
and while they shiver
the moon watches with its cold blue light.

Black cat held prisoner-
at midnight the latch is raised,
and the prison is empty.

Clouds of slate hide the black hawk
flying out of the north,
spectre of a spell cast centuries ago.